"There's no use trying," she said.

"One _can't_ believe impossible things." "I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen.
"When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day.

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."-- "Through the Looking Glass." "But it can't be this!" I said.

"You've made a mistake in the number!" "It is this," declared my guide and companion.

"This is where Nanni Bailey has her tea shop." "But this is--is--isn't anything!" Indeed the number to which my friend pointed seemed to indicate the entrance to a sort of warehouse, if it indicated anything at all.